Sorry to say, yes.

I arrived at work and found a locker for my clothes. I reported to Miss Craver, who looked exactly like Christina Hendricks from the TV show Mad Men. She was not someone I was going to give any trouble.

"Follow me and keep up," she said setting off on a fast walk to reach a small closed off room. "We're about to open. You'll be in this box secured in place."

After I laid back she lowered a lid that covered everything but my face. Then she turned a crank that caused my head to raise above the lid opening. I felt straps go around my arms and legs and waist.

"I'm not going to leave so is there really necessary?"

She did not answer and I felt alligator clamps bite into my ballsack and she added, "If you know what's good for you, you won't stop licking."

"I don't understand. Are women going to have me lick their feet in here?"

"That's funny. Now you are the only one we have but we'll be aquiring more men to accompany you soon." She paused and pondered something. "Perhaps I should make sure the height is good for your face."

I watched her lift up her skirt and I thought she was going to raise her foot up, but she started pulling down her pantyhose. Then she turned her bare ass in my direction and she lowered onto my face.

"Now lick,"

I did not understand what she wanted so I did not do anything. Then I felt a blast of electricity shoot into my balls. I shook from freight and pain.

"If you don't lick my ass and every ass that sits down here, we will have to discipline you severly."

My tongue rubbed across her dry bumpy asshole over and over. She had just shocked my balls and **** me to lick her asshole, so I was not about to find out what she considered punishement. After a few moments and several sighs from Miss Carver, she lifted up. My face felt relieved from her thick-waisted weight.

"Now, the store is about to open and women are going to need their asses cleaned. It's a legal matter due to those special panties we sold women."

"How many were sold?"

"Two thouisand the first day." I groaned and she added, "Then one thousand the next day. Then less and less as each day went by. We've probably sold about ten thousand pairs of those panties. Don't worry, I'm sure all those ladies are not going to come in here," then as an afterthought she said, "And your new hours are 7:00 am to 11:00 pm, open to close.

Licking women's asses sixteen hours a day, seven days a week, I wish I could just die right now. Miss Craver left me alone in the small room staring at the ceiling. Moments later I heard a commotion somewhere in the store.